Siheyuan: the beginning reveals Qinhuai Ru's true face

This person was none other than Qin Huairu. The clothes in his hand were taken back from He Daqing's residence. There was no change at all. Fortunately, the mystery inside was not discovered and he was thrown aside as shabby clothes.

Little did he know that every patch on his clothes was just a piece of paper money, and there were no traces of it. Qin Huairu was still the best in this regard. He had already figured out the human nature in the courtyard and would not have any doubts at all.

"My plan was almost disrupted by the fact that this old man He Daqing didn't follow martial arts ethics or follow routines. The money here is enough for me to support myself for a while.

Humph! None of the men are trustworthy. It’s a pity that I spent all my youth on them. None of them have a conscience, and no one even comes to really care about them. Except for the three children,” he said while putting on the last needle and thread.

It's finished once it's sewn.

Yes, on the surface, Qin Huairu kept this piece of clothing because he was reluctant to throw it away because of old friendship. In fact, it was a place where he hid his money, which he had accumulated over the past ten years.

It is no exaggeration to say that you can definitely eat it for a while. With the price increase at that time, it will not be a problem in ten or eight years.

No one in the compound expected that it would be a widow who took the lead in becoming a "ten thousand yuan household". She searched for men everywhere on weekdays. On the surface, most of the food, drinks, and toilets were provided by these men intentionally or unintentionally, and they even secretly gave away things for fear of fear.

Get into trouble.

As the saying goes, "There are many disputes in front of a widow's door, but the threshold is about to be trampled down."

Since the death of Jia Xudong, every man wants to get the young and beautiful widow, and for this reason, she has become the most popular woman in the compound.

Even the grandfather was no match for the passionate and beautiful widow. Under the banner of helping the poor and the weak, he contributed a lot of food stamps and fine grains in the middle of the night, which became the white meat that countless people fantasized about day and night but could not eat.

Who would have thought that every time Qin Huairu turned around and returned to the house, he would throw them in the corner and pile them up like a mountain. Every man in the courtyard wanted to take advantage of him and almost took turns to deliver things.

Go and sell it for money secretly.

He Yuzhu, a silly boy, was responsible for getting food from the canteen of the steel rolling mill every day, almost all of which were hard dishes that he had never eaten before. The little widow picked them up as soon as they arrived at the door, and the family was responsible for cooking. As soon as the food arrived, the meal was served.

Otherwise, Qin Huairu's pitiful income would not be able to raise three children at all. If Silly Pillar is a blood supply bag, then the men in the entire compound are giant blood supply tanks, responsible for supporting the Jia family's life.

Of course, this comes at a price. On weekdays, they almost take turns entering and leaving the widow's house. The men use the excuse of mending clothes to move their hands up and down. After being satisfied with their sharp and sharp bodies, they walk out with their pants in hand, with expressions of ecstasy on their faces.

People feel very happy.

The reason why I feel so nervous about losing this rag is because every money in it is the hard work of the widow Qin Huairu, which is called "flesh money" in the harshest terms.

"Fortunately, He Daqing, an old pervert, didn't find out, otherwise everyone in the compound would know about it, so it's okay. Let's hide it better. I'll use this money for retirement in the future." As she said this, she simply took her bag and put it away.

Under the bed.

Although this is the bedside where many men have stayed, as they age and have three children growing up, they no longer have to suffer from this kind of burden.

Qin Huairu sat in front of the bed and couldn't bear to look back on this unforgettable memory. She smiled with satisfaction and confidence every time she thought of the scene where the men in the compound would be jealous of her.

Holding her chin with both hands, this was the only thing she was proud of in her youth, which was that she tricked the men in the entire compound and secretly became the biggest winner.

Even Si Zhu was no exception. He was stupidly deceived and served eight years in jail. He even gave up three houses. There is no one else in the world. He can be said to be a unique fool.

Whenever she thought of Silly Zhu, she would pick up the pair of leather shoes that she was reluctant to wear, hold them in her arms and caress them, as if she were him. Perhaps only in this way could she find inner peace.

The faint yellow light shines on her face, and her shiny skin appears to have fine lines. Time is not forgiving, and no matter how beautiful the widow once was, she cannot escape the torture, let alone the love and affection of the men in the entire compound.

"I'm sorry! Silly Zhu, I am not qualified to find you, let alone love you. Lou Xiao'e is taking good care of you now.

If you want money and status, there is no need to be with a widow like me, as it will affect your reputation."

Speaking of this, Qin Huairu couldn't help but hug the leather shoes that Shazhu bought tightly, and couldn't help but rub them with her hands, as if she was holding the man she had once been sorry for in her arms.

She repeatedly gasped in a low voice, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry..." His face gradually turned red, and his hands were as graceful as snakes wrapped around him. It seemed that stroking the shoes was just an excuse, and the next action was the focus.

The faint yellow light reflected out of the wooden window, and a bloated figure flashed out of the backyard. It seemed to be moving slowly along the dark and lightless wall, but it appeared to be very confident.

He looked around every few steps and seemed timid. His fat figure made people a little confused. There were not many people like him in the entire compound.

You must know that in the late 1980s, when the reform and opening up was implemented, social life was just beginning, and ordinary people's material lives gradually became more abundant, but most of them were struggling to make ends meet, and not many people became fat.

"I'm covered in sweat. I'm really tired. If I hadn't made a bet with Lao Yi and Lao Yan, I really wouldn't have done this.

If you go to spy on a widow in the middle of the night, you will be treated like a thief if you are caught." He is sweating profusely, but he still hides and moves in the dark. This behavior is considered unconventional.

After hearing this, everyone should be able to guess that Liu Haizhong, the second uncle in the compound, made a bet with Yi Zhonghai and Yan Shuzhai during the day that the widow liked to sleep with her shoes in her arms.

As long as anyone gets the shoes and treats them to a meal of braised tofu and brain oil from Hutongkou, the three of them will be the most gluttonous at night, and naturally it will be the second uncle Liu Haizhong.

I was so hungry that I couldn't sleep at night, so I swallowed the peanuts dryly, and then I remembered the bet. I had to win the bet in the dark, and asked them to have breakfast tomorrow.

Although this sanatorium operates with three meals a day, even if Lou Xiaoe recently added an additional 5,000 monthly food expenses, it is still a drop in the bucket for hundreds of people, and it will not have any effect at all.

Liu Haizhong leaned over to the wooden window, and through the slit, he saw Qin Huairu sitting in front of the bed with disheveled hair. Even though his back was turned, he could still vaguely see his slightly trembling body, muttering strange sounds in his mouth, and sometimes curled up into a pile.

, sometimes her neck and shoulders would shake back and forth, and it was hard to tell what she was doing.

Seeing that the other party was still asleep, I felt suddenly.

"I'll go! Why are you stealing the widow's shoes when she's not asleep? It's all because He Daqing has a bad idea and steals other people's tattered clothes.

It’s become a trend in the compound now to steal widows’ belongings.” He lowered his head in a dark corner by the window, and suddenly there was a strange noise in the house.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh~ So tired! So tired!" The sound of deep breathing back and forth made Liu Haizhong startled. (More exciting content is in the next chapter)